Ionta was once a spec-ops captain until he was cursed and possessed by not just one demon but two. However, after constant torture and agony, Ionta cast the demons from his body and held them by their necks, one in each hand.
Ionta: “I am your lord now. Not Beelzebub.”
Demon 1: “Indeed, we are bound to you for life.”
Demon 2: “Yes! You can’t rid us, so what do you request?”
Ionta: “Swords. You will be my swords.”
Demon 1: “Ahh, Curved or straight?”
Demon 2: “No, no. Jagged?”
Ionta: “Hooked!”
